Scene #4

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INT. SANTIAGO'S DORM ROOM - NIGHT.

NOGA, SANTIAGO and NPC (incorporeal) are sitting on SANTIAGO’s bed, huddled around NOGA's laptop.

NOGA

…but you believe me, right?

SANTIAGO

(nervous)
I don't know. It doesn't really matter, I guess. Where is he?

NOGA points to NPC.

You wave.
> hi

SANTIAGO looks three feet to his left, squinting. It is decidedly not directed at notz but he tried.

> tell him sorry for possessing him that one time

NOGA

He says sorry for possessing you.

SANTIAGO grimaces and turns back to the computer.

SANTIAGO

Right. So what did you need help with?

> we need to draw a duck on the letter

NOGA

Write back and see what happens.

SANTIAGO

Noga, do you not know how to write an email?

NOGA

I know how to write an email.

The words of someone who doesnt know how to write an email

SANTIAGO

Mm hm.

NOGA

I just thought like- maybe I needed to write on the original email itself, because just replying wouldn't work or- I don't know? Is it possible to write on someone else's email?

SANTIAGO

Babe, it's a document. Why don't we just try…

He opens up the document and goes to settings, where it clearly says edit document.

> did he just call you babe

NOGA

Did you just call me babe?

SANTIAGO

(flushing)
Sulo got in my head--

Nods solemnly. The curse.

NOGA

Ok so what, I can write on it now?

SANTIAGO

Try it.

Just then SANTIAGO’s roommate, RAM, opens the door…

RAM

(dudebro accent)
Oh nice dude sorry haha didn't know you had a girl over I'll just leave you two alone--

Ram leaves and closes the door. Beat.

> yuck

NOGA grabs the laptop, turns it to herself and begins to type.

I don't know who you are or why you're sending me these emails- sorry, documents- I don't know why I wrote that out instead of just erasing “emails” and writing “documents” instead- can I start over?

Hi. I'm Noga Shealtiel, although I guess you already know that, whoever you are. I'd like to know what the heck is going on please.

NOGA stops writing as black text starts forming underneath what she's written.

About time you tried editing the doc, Nogs. We've been sending you emails for foreveerrrrrrr

NOGA

They can hear me! And they can answer, too.

The second cursor suddenly blinks out of existence.

NOGA

Argh! They did something. I can't write anymore.

SANTIAGO

Looks like they changed the settings. It's no longer a shared doc… you don't have access.

Get rekt noga

> how the tables have turned..

> how does it feel?

> not so fun being on the other side, is it?

> just saying.
> ignore me
> bet that's easy

And then i explode him. Out of love.

NOGA

(sighing)
Ok. I can't… I think I just found out that--

> oh no you just found out your whole world is fictional

> too bad no one else is going through this same exact scenario

> oh wait

Quick someone do fanart of notz as persassy

SANTIAGO

You're making me nervous…

NOGA

(sighing)
No, yeah, sorry. Whatever. Notzar, I didn't… You're right.

> yeah
> sorry
> didn't mean to snap at you

NOGA

Are we good?

> we’re good

NOGA

Ok. Good.

SANTIAGO

So uh… not to kick you out or anything but I do need to go to sleep soon.

You follow, floating slightly above the ground.
> whatever
> nobody saw anyway

> i will

NOGA

He won't.

They are supposed to be College students they should NOT have this much free time for anything. What the heck.